Run: 2026-02-19-01KHT09NTGYNXGKN1K94Q4JRRH

Run Details

Duration:
49.3s
Cost:
$0.053774
Provider:
Google AI Studio

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
"Don't touch the walls." The warning came too late. Constable Patel’s gloved hand had already grazed the slime-slicked brickwork of the maintenance tunnel. He jerked back, grimacing as a viscous, silvery substance clung to the blue nitrile. "It burns," he hissed, shaking his hand. "I said don't touch." Detective Harlow Quinn didn't break her stride. She marched down the incline, her boots crunching on gravel and discarded nitrous canisters. The torch in her left hand cut a sharp cone through the subterranean gloom beneath Camden. "Whatever is down here isn't just damp, Constable. It’s runoff." "Runoff from what, Ma'am? The canal?" "If the canal was full of hydrochloric acid and bad intentions." Quinn stopped at the police tape strung between two rusted iron stanchions. "Talk to me. What have we got?" DS Miller detached himself from the shadows near the maintenance alcove. He looked as tired as Quinn felt, his tie loosened, a coffee stain blooming on his shirt collar. He held a clipboard like a shield. "Standard overdose, Quinn. Or a bad batch. Looks like the junkies found a new hole to crawl into." Miller gestured behind him with his pen. "Uniforms found him an hour ago. No ID. Pockets turned out." Quinn ducked under the tape. The air here was thicker, heavy with the metallic tang of dried blood and something else—something sweet and cloying, like burnt sugar. It tickled the back of her throat, a sensation she hadn't felt in three years. Not since Morris. She pushed the memory down, locking it behind the steel door in her mind she reserved for grief and unsolved cases. "Standard overdose," Quinn repeated, her voice flat. "In a sealed maintenance tunnel three levels below the Northern Line, inaccessible to the public since 1994." "They break in," Miller shrugged. "Urban explorers. Squatters. Where there's a will." "There's a lock." Quinn pointed her torch at the heavy blast door behind them. "A biometric lock, Miller. Installed last year by TFL. I checked the logs on the way down. No forced entry. Someone walked in." She approached the body. The victim was male, mid-twenties, sprawled on a pile of rotting sacking. He was naked, his skin pale and translucent in the harsh beam of her torch. His limbs were contorted, twisted at angles that suggested his bones had turned to liquid before snapping back into rigidity. "ME says heart failure," Miller said, stepping closer but keeping a respectful distance from the silver slime pooling near the victim's head. "Found a syringe over there. Traces of heroin." Quinn knelt beside the body. The cold from the concrete seeped through her trousers. She adjusted the worn leather watch on her wrist—a nervous tick—and leaned in. "Look at the veins, Miller." "collapsed. Typical." "No." Quinn pulled a pen from her pocket and used it to tilt the victim's chin. "Look closer. They aren't collapsed. They're black." Miller leaned in, squinting. Under the skin of the victim's neck and arms, the venous network stood out in stark, bruised relief. But it wasn't just deoxygenated blood. It looked like ink had been pumped through his system. "Decomposition?" Miller ventured, though he sounded unconvinced. "Rigor hasn't even fully set in. This body is fresh. Less than six hours." Quinn moved her light down to the chest. There was no needle mark. "Where did you say the syringe was?" "Over by the grate." "Planted." "Oh, come on, Harlow. Not everything is a conspiracy." Miller sighed, the sound echoing wetly in the tunnel. "Sometimes a junkie is just a junkie." "And sometimes a locked door is just a suggestion." Quinn stood up, her knees cracking. She turned her beam to the surrounding area. The alcove was circular, lined with old electrical junction boxes that hummed with a frequency that made her fillings ache. She walked to the edge of the scene, where the shadows seemed to cling a little tighter to the corners. On the floor, half-hidden by a discarded crisp packet, lay a small, spherical object. Quinn retrieved an evidence bag from her pocket and scooped it up. "Marble?" Patel asked, stepping forward, nursing his hand. "Bone," Quinn said. She held the bag up to the light. It was a token, carved from a knucklebone, polished smooth. Etched into the surface was a symbol that made her eyes water if she focused on it too long—a spiral that seemed to turn inward on itself. "A trinket," Miller dismissed. "Entry fee," Quinn murmured. "Sorry?" "Nothing." She pocketed the bag. She knew what this was. She had seen sketches of it in Morris's notes—the ones he’d hidden under his floorboards. A token for the Veil Market. Rumor was it moved locations with the moon. Beneath Camden. It fit. She turned back to the body. "Roll him over." "Ma'am?" Patel blinked. "Forensics hasn't finished the photos." "Roll him," Quinn barked. The command carried the weight of eighteen years of service and zero patience. Patel jumped and grabbed the victim's shoulder, heaving the stiffening weight onto its side. Miller gasped. "Jesus Christ." The skin of the victim's back was flayednot cut, but erased. A perfect circle of flesh was missing between the shoulder blades, cauterized smooth. No blood. Just charred meat and that sickly sweet smell of ozone and sulfur. "Heart failure, my arse," Quinn muttered. She leaned in close to raw wound. The edges shimmered with a faint, iridescent dust. "What does that?" Miller’s skepticism was evaporating, replaced by the primal unease of a predator sensing a bigger beast in the dark. "Blowtorch?" "Too precise. No carbon scoring on the surrounding skin." Quinn stood up and wiped her hands on her trousers, though she hadn't touched the body. "This wasn't a murder, Miller. It was a harvest." "A harvest?" "Someone took something out of him. Something he was carrying." Quinn paced the small space. "Check his fingernails." Patel, looking green, lifted the victim's hand. " dirt. Grime." "Scrapings," Quinn corrected. "He fought back. Not against a knife, but against... grab a swab." As Patel fumbled with the kit, Quinn walked to the far wall. The silver slime trail Patel had touched continued here, going up the vertical brickwork, disappearing into a ventilation shaft twelve feet up. Gravity didn't apply to it. "Miller," she said, her voice low. "I want the CCTV from the station entrance. Specifically between midnight and three AM. Look for anyone carrying antique gear. Heavy coats. Satchels." "You have a suspect?" "I have a profile." Quinn stared at the slime. "Upper-class education, access to restricted archives, probably smells like old paper and preservatives." "Librarians?" Miller almost laughed. "Academics," Quinn said, spinning around. Her jaw set. "The dangerous kind. The ones who think history is a toy box." "Ma'am!" Patel called out. "I've got something. Paper. It was crumpled in his fist." Quinn was there in two strides. She snatched the evidence bag from Patel. Inside was a receipt, balled up tight. She smoothed it out through the plastic. It wasn't a receipt. It was a call slip. *British Museum - Restricted Archives.* *Item: tablet fragment 44-B.* *Requestor: E. Kowalski.* The name hit her like a physical blow. Eva Kowalski. The redhead. The one always trailing after the Aurora girl. The one with the nervous habit of tucking her hair behind her ear and looking innocent while the world burned around them. The clique. Quinn felt a cold fury settle in her gut, sharp and familiar. Morris had been investigating a lead on the Museum archives the week before he was found inside a wall in Shoreditch, fused with the masonry. "Kowalski," Quinn whispered. "Polish name?" Miller asked, peering over her shoulder. "We run it?" "No," Quinn said, shoving the bag into her pocket. "I handle this. You process the scene. Bag the slime, but use glass containers, plastic will melt. Call the Hazmat team and tell them it's chemical, unknown origin. Do not let the press catch a whiff of the flayed back." "Where are you going?" Miller asked as Quinn ducked under the tape, heading for the exit. "To the library," Quinn called back, her stride lengthening. "Someone has an overdue book." She climbed out of the tunnel, the darkness clinging to her coat. The bone token in her pocket felt heavy, like a lead weight. Or a loaded gun. She emerged into the grey London afternoon, the noise of Camden High Street assaulting her ears. Tourists, punks, shoppers—all oblivious to the fact that ten meters below their Doc Martens, a man had been hollowed out like a pumpkin. Quinn pulled out her phone. She dialed a number that didn't exist in the official directory. "It's Quinn," she said when the line clicked open. "I found a breach. Camden. It's them again. The Museum girl is involved." She listened to the silence on the other end, then the curt acknowledgement. "I'm going to pay Ms. Kowalski a visit," Quinn said, unlocking her unmarked Ford via the fob. "And this time, I'm not asking for a library card." She slid into the driver's seat. Beside her, on the passenger seat, lay her heavy Maglite and a pair of iron handcuffs—cold iron, specially forged. Quinn checked her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her salt-and-pepper hair was a mess, her eyes hard flint. She looked like a woman who had dispensed with the concept of mercy about three years ago. "Clock's ticking, ladies," she muttered to the empty car. She slammed the door and gunned the engine, the tires screeching as she pulled away from the curb, leaving the stench of burnt sugar and the dead boy far behind. But the hunt? The hunt was just beginning.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags37
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences74
tagDensity0.5
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount1617
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
80.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found
0"Patel"
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
53.62% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount1617
totalAiIsms15
found
0
word"gloom"
count1
1
word"standard"
count2
2
word"stark"
count1
3
word"echoing"
count1
4
word"marble"
count1
5
word"etched"
count1
6
word"carried the weight"
count1
7
word"weight"
count2
8
word"perfect"
count1
9
word"shimmered"
count1
10
word"predator"
count1
11
word"familiar"
count1
12
word"silence"
count1
highlights
0"gloom"
1"standard"
2"stark"
3"echoing"
4"marble"
5"etched"
6"carried the weight"
7"weight"
8"perfect"
9"shimmered"
10"predator"
11"familiar"
12"silence"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences126
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount2
narrationSentences126
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences162
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen40
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans3
markdownWords12
totalWords1605
ratio0.007
matches
0"British Museum - Restricted Archives."
1"Item: tablet fragment 44-B."
2"Requestor: E. Kowalski."
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions20
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
16.67% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions76
wordCount1155
uniqueNames21
maxNameDensity2.6
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Patel9
Detective1
Harlow1
Quinn30
Camden3
Miller13
Morris3
Veil1
Market1
Museum2
Restricted1
Kowalski2
Aurora1
Shoreditch1
London1
High1
Street1
Doc1
Martens1
Ford1
Maglite1
persons
0"Patel"
1"Harlow"
2"Quinn"
3"Miller"
4"Morris"
5"Museum"
6"Kowalski"
places
0"Camden"
1"London"
2"High"
3"Street"
globalScore0.201
windowScore0.167
57.41% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences81
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"looked like ink had been pumped through h"
1"spiral that seemed to turn inward on itself"
2"looked like a woman who had dispensed wit"
75.39% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches2
per1kWords1.246
wordCount1605
matches
0"not cut, but erased"
1"Not against a knife, but against"
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences162
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs80
mean20.06
std14.2
cv0.708
sampleLengths
04
133
27
351
46
530
636
736
842
93
1021
1124
1212
1337
144
1547
1630
1727
185
192
2023
2138
227
2322
245
257
264
271
2825
2943
3034
3112
328
3348
344
354
361
3743
389
398
4017
4114
424
4338
4421
4523
4634
472
4818
4910
91.34% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount5
totalSentences126
matches
0"were contorted"
1"been pumped"
2"was flayed"
3"was found"
4"been hollowed"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs208
matches
0"was evaporating"
1.76% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences8
totalSentences162
ratio0.049
matches
0"The air here was thicker, heavy with the metallic tang of dried blood and something else—something sweet and cloying, like burnt sugar."
1"She adjusted the worn leather watch on her wrist—a nervous tick—and leaned in."
2"Etched into the surface was a symbol that made her eyes water if she focused on it too long—a spiral that seemed to turn inward on itself."
3"She had seen sketches of it in Morris's notes—the ones he’d hidden under his floorboards."
4"The skin of the victim's back was flayed—not cut, but erased."
5"*British Museum - Restricted Archives.*"
6"Tourists, punks, shoppers—all oblivious to the fact that ten meters below their Doc Martens, a man had been hollowed out like a pumpkin."
7"Beside her, on the passenger seat, lay her heavy Maglite and a pair of iron handcuffs—cold iron, specially forged."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1167
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount26
adverbRatio0.022279348757497857
lyAdverbCount4
lyAdverbRatio0.003427592116538132
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences162
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences162
mean9.91
std6.96
cv0.702
sampleLengths
04
15
214
314
47
511
614
716
810
96
1023
117
1211
1318
147
1525
1611
175
1822
1915
203
2121
227
2317
245
257
2614
2723
284
2912
3015
3120
3222
338
345
359
3613
375
382
3916
407
414
4218
436
4410
457
4622
475
487
494
81.69% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats6
diversityRatio0.5123456790123457
totalSentences162
uniqueOpeners83
30.86% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences108
matches
0"Just charred meat and that"
ratio0.009
82.96% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount37
totalSentences108
matches
0"He jerked back, grimacing as"
1"he hissed, shaking his hand"
2"She marched down the incline,"
3"He looked as tired as"
4"He held a clipboard like"
5"It tickled the back of"
6"She pushed the memory down,"
7"She approached the body."
8"He was naked, his skin"
9"His limbs were contorted, twisted"
10"She adjusted the worn leather"
11"It looked like ink had"
12"She turned her beam to"
13"She walked to the edge"
14"She held the bag up"
15"It was a token, carved"
16"She pocketed the bag"
17"She knew what this was."
18"She had seen sketches of"
19"She turned back to the"
ratio0.343
24.81% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount94
totalSentences108
matches
0"The warning came too late."
1"Constable Patel’s gloved hand had"
2"He jerked back, grimacing as"
3"he hissed, shaking his hand"
4"Detective Harlow Quinn didn't break"
5"She marched down the incline,"
6"The torch in her left"
7"Quinn stopped at the police"
8"DS Miller detached himself from"
9"He looked as tired as"
10"He held a clipboard like"
11"Miller gestured behind him with"
12"Quinn ducked under the tape."
13"The air here was thicker,"
14"It tickled the back of"
15"She pushed the memory down,"
16"Quinn repeated, her voice flat"
17"Quinn pointed her torch at"
18"She approached the body."
19"The victim was male, mid-twenties,"
ratio0.87
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences108
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences42
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"His limbs were contorted, twisted at angles that suggested his bones had turned to liquid before snapping back into rigidity."
1"The alcove was circular, lined with old electrical junction boxes that hummed with a frequency that made her fillings ache."
57.43% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags37
uselessAdditionCount5
matches
0"Quinn repeated, her voice flat"
1"Miller sighed, the sound echoing wetly in the tunnel"
2"Quinn stood up, her knees cracking"
3"she said, her voice low"
4"Quinn called back, her stride lengthening"
14.86% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags20
fancyCount10
fancyTags
0"he hissed (hiss)"
1"Quinn repeated (repeat)"
2"Miller sighed (sigh)"
3"Quinn murmured (murmur)"
4"Quinn barked (bark)"
5"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
6"Quinn corrected (correct)"
7"Quinn whispered (whisper)"
8"Quinn called back (call back)"
9"she muttered (mutter)"
dialogueSentences74
tagDensity0.27
leniency0.541
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.27
75.6270%